Posted 6 days ago
bimbosminder:

babe, cum back!  I want to suck your dick!!!
She was trying to entice me. Granted, not exactly subtly, but with what neurons she had left, she knew what she wanted. That selfie and text… It took a lot of willpower to not turn the car around and get back to her.
Of course, I’d be an idiot if I  did.  Literally. An idiot, drooling over… my own cock, actually. Apparently, there was still some kinks that Steve needed to work out in his brainwashing get-up thing. I don’t really know. Apparently, he can’t come up with some sort of counter-measure to make people immune to it. So, its on some sort of timer. I have to clear out of the apartment for four hours.
Hardest four hours in my life. What do you do when you’re waiting for your life to change? I mean, Grace was great. Absolutely lovely as a girlfriend and fiancee, but, y’know… The simple question was “Am I getting enough blowjobs?” and the answer really was no.
I spent an hour at the bookstore. At one point, I saw something that I thought Grace would like. I nearly had it at the counter before I realized my mistake.  She wasn’t exactly going to be the reading type in just a few short hours.
Another hour and a half was squirreled away at the gym. Not that there was a whole lot I could do now, but I figure with Grace changing the way she was, I better get in a little better shape. Just to make sure that I had the stamina to keep up with her.  Steve assured me that she’d be loyal, spreading her legs only for me, but I didn’t really want to take any chances, you know?
The last bit of time, I spent in parking lots, driving on the highway… really anything just to clear my mind and spend some time, y’know?  It was finally actually hitting me what exactly what I was doing to my fiancee. Molding her body to become some sort of stripper Barbie.  Sandblasting her mind so that all she could think of was pleasing me.  Was I some kind of monster to go along with Steve’s crazy set-up? How on earth was I going to look at myself in the mirror? I must absolutely be the scu—
Wait, Gracie just sent me another message.
Daaaaamn.
Um, listen, I got to get going. My girlfriend needs me.

bimbosminder:

babe, cum back!  I want to suck your dick!!!

She was trying to entice me. Granted, not exactly subtly, but with what neurons she had left, she knew what she wanted. That selfie and text… It took a lot of willpower to not turn the car around and get back to her.

Of course, I’d be an idiot if I  did.  Literally. An idiot, drooling over… my own cock, actually. Apparently, there was still some kinks that Steve needed to work out in his brainwashing get-up thing. I don’t really know. Apparently, he can’t come up with some sort of counter-measure to make people immune to it. So, its on some sort of timer. I have to clear out of the apartment for four hours.

Hardest four hours in my life. What do you do when you’re waiting for your life to change? I mean, Grace was great. Absolutely lovely as a girlfriend and fiancee, but, y’know… The simple question was “Am I getting enough blowjobs?” and the answer really was no.

I spent an hour at the bookstore. At one point, I saw something that I thought Grace would like. I nearly had it at the counter before I realized my mistake.  She wasn’t exactly going to be the reading type in just a few short hours.

Another hour and a half was squirreled away at the gym. Not that there was a whole lot I could do now, but I figure with Grace changing the way she was, I better get in a little better shape. Just to make sure that I had the stamina to keep up with her.  Steve assured me that she’d be loyal, spreading her legs only for me, but I didn’t really want to take any chances, you know?

The last bit of time, I spent in parking lots, driving on the highway… really anything just to clear my mind and spend some time, y’know?  It was finally actually hitting me what exactly what I was doing to my fiancee. Molding her body to become some sort of stripper Barbie.  Sandblasting her mind so that all she could think of was pleasing me.  Was I some kind of monster to go along with Steve’s crazy set-up? How on earth was I going to look at myself in the mirror? I must absolutely be the scu—

Wait, Gracie just sent me another message.

Daaaaamn.

Um, listen, I got to get going. My girlfriend needs me.

Posted 6 days ago
Glasses reprogramming maybe? Or perhaps the watch? Or both? 38. media. tumblr. com/645e46a29415e69e5fe6f0abb7c3503e/tumblr_nahm2bq6lp1r1zkrlo1_500. jpg
Anonymous asked

talesforsluts:

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"We’re giving you AJ’s jacket this year, Simone. Do you understand?"

"AJ." The blank monotone swiftly changed as lights flashed on the inside of her sunglasses. "AJ." The girl tested the word, rolled it around her mouth. "AJ." Her voice became softer, less direct, and a smile began to form underneath the steady flashes. "AJ….."

"That’s right. We know you were assigned to Joseph last year, but he’s low maintenance enough that we want to give one of the new girls a try with him. But you’ll like AJ, won’t you, Simone?"

"AJ……" Behind her glasses, the girl’s eyes moved, as if searching for the man whose name she now spoke so affectionately.

"That’s right. Ok, AJ likes his girls juuuust a little bit dumber and sluttier than Joseph did, so we’re gonna work a little on that. You just sit right there and relax."

"AJ……" The flashes grew in speed, rapidly blinking in front of the girl’s eyes. As moments passed with her still softly mouthing the word, her body gradually began to relax, slipping down on her chair. Her tightly pressed kneeling legs relaxed, parting, and unconsciously one hand began to drift across her thigh.

"Do we need the talent package again?"

"Nah, she had that last year. Just give her the short version and we’ll let her go."

"AJ…." The light flashed in colours, now. The girl’s body twitched, here and there, as long-buried memories were brought back to the surface. Cheer routines. Dances. The college’s chanting songs. Lap dances. Stripteases. Cocksucking techniques.

"Alright. I think she’s done. Want to give her a once-over?"

"Better not. Game night tomorrow. She’s got a big night ahead of her."

"Alright. Simone, you can wake up now."

The girl blinked, her hands coming up to remove the sunglasses from her face. She was…. oh, right. In the locker room, waiting for her boyfriend. Practice would be over soon… then she’d have to get him worked up for the big game. Simone snuggled into his jacket, pulling the warmth that smelled so comfortingly of him up over herself. On her, it was huge. It’d almost cover her ass even if she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

She grinned, and started stripping.

Posted 4 weeks ago
noblerobin:

She hummed to herself as she made dinner. Pot roast with green beans, and mashed potatoes. She made a salad for herself. She laid out the green place mats, and the brown coasters with the cork in the middle. She laid out the hot hands and placed the dishes around his side of the table. She took a second and put her hands on her hips, and sighed a sigh of pride as she looked at the meal she had provided for her husband. She then looked at herself in the mirror. 2-inch heels lead up her nyloned legs to a white-with-red-polka-dots A-frame dress. He had picked it out. She had an apron tied around her waist. She primped her hair, which was perfectly coifed. She went to the bathroom and freshened up her make-up.
And, as far as she could remember, it had always been like this. She settled down with Thomas when she was about 22. Her friends all settled down. It was the thing to do. She was 27 now. No sign of kids just yet. And that was fine. She and Thomas would wait if that was going to be the way. When they first met, it was at a grocery store. They gave each other a look, and walked out together. He invited her for coffee and she took him up. 
They fucked like animals all night. He worked for a company. Seaborg Assoc. She knew what he did there. He spent his time in an office appropriating funds for the scientists. So they could turn rebellious young girls into housewives, sluts, bimbos, or anything they wanted really. She didn’t care. In fact, she was curious. She asked him one day, if she could turn her into the perfect bimbo housewife. He choked on his coffee when she asked. That’s how she knew he hadn’t slipped her anything, or hit her with hidden subliminals to make her want it. He asked her if she was sure. She nodded.
It started slowly. She just took on a different attitude. Made sure she was dressed to please him. Took more of an effort to cook better. It was two years until he asked her to come in to the office. They showed her some videos. Nodded approval. And then they sent her on. They gave her some injections around her body, which tightened and grew sections. Lengthened her legs, made her bust and rear rounder, more full. And she was ecstatic. Then, in the Mental Reappropriation Dept. they hooked her up to some electrodes. They were downloading different things into her brain. How to suck cock. How to cook anything from Peking Duck to Beef and Vegetable Stew. She learned how to fuck, how to do her make up perfectly, how to dress, how to walk with perfect posture, and how to treat guests with that southern American touch. She stayed in the lab as they monitored her. She cooked. She cleaned. Thomas came in, and she showed him a new world, sexually. The procedure was a complete success. And everybody was pleased. Thomas got a promotion, for allowing the team access to his wife as a guinea pig. They said it would advance their program fifty years in three days. And so it did.
She remembered these things happily as she cleaned up the dishes. She got her husband the paper, and changed into a baby doll to massage him in while he read it. And she couldn’t have been happier.

noblerobin:

She hummed to herself as she made dinner. Pot roast with green beans, and mashed potatoes. She made a salad for herself. She laid out the green place mats, and the brown coasters with the cork in the middle. She laid out the hot hands and placed the dishes around his side of the table. She took a second and put her hands on her hips, and sighed a sigh of pride as she looked at the meal she had provided for her husband. She then looked at herself in the mirror. 2-inch heels lead up her nyloned legs to a white-with-red-polka-dots A-frame dress. He had picked it out. She had an apron tied around her waist. She primped her hair, which was perfectly coifed. She went to the bathroom and freshened up her make-up.

And, as far as she could remember, it had always been like this. She settled down with Thomas when she was about 22. Her friends all settled down. It was the thing to do. She was 27 now. No sign of kids just yet. And that was fine. She and Thomas would wait if that was going to be the way. When they first met, it was at a grocery store. They gave each other a look, and walked out together. He invited her for coffee and she took him up. 

They fucked like animals all night. He worked for a company. Seaborg Assoc. She knew what he did there. He spent his time in an office appropriating funds for the scientists. So they could turn rebellious young girls into housewives, sluts, bimbos, or anything they wanted really. She didn’t care. In fact, she was curious. She asked him one day, if she could turn her into the perfect bimbo housewife. He choked on his coffee when she asked. That’s how she knew he hadn’t slipped her anything, or hit her with hidden subliminals to make her want it. He asked her if she was sure. She nodded.

It started slowly. She just took on a different attitude. Made sure she was dressed to please him. Took more of an effort to cook better. It was two years until he asked her to come in to the office. They showed her some videos. Nodded approval. And then they sent her on. They gave her some injections around her body, which tightened and grew sections. Lengthened her legs, made her bust and rear rounder, more full. And she was ecstatic. Then, in the Mental Reappropriation Dept. they hooked her up to some electrodes. They were downloading different things into her brain. How to suck cock. How to cook anything from Peking Duck to Beef and Vegetable Stew. She learned how to fuck, how to do her make up perfectly, how to dress, how to walk with perfect posture, and how to treat guests with that southern American touch. She stayed in the lab as they monitored her. She cooked. She cleaned. Thomas came in, and she showed him a new world, sexually. The procedure was a complete success. And everybody was pleased. Thomas got a promotion, for allowing the team access to his wife as a guinea pig. They said it would advance their program fifty years in three days. And so it did.

She remembered these things happily as she cleaned up the dishes. She got her husband the paper, and changed into a baby doll to massage him in while he read it. And she couldn’t have been happier.

Posted 1 month ago

foulfoulstories:

Knee-socks and stockings?

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"Thanks for letting us get changed at your place!" Schoolgirl said.

"Yeah! Thanks a lot!" Her friend, Sailor, said.

He just smiled and nodded. The guy was more of an acquaintance than a friend; just someone they both vaguely knew and shared the same opinion of. Largely inoffensive. His geographical proximity to a party they wanted to go to was simply a happy coincidence.

His suggestion had been that, better than walking all the way there dressed up, it might be easier to come to his, get changed, and then go. This idea had been oddly persuasive at the time, and now it just seemed like good common sense. They were both very glad they’d done it.

"Don’t mention it," he said, checking his watch.

"You still have a little time before you have to go. Would you like a drink first?" He asked. Neither was sure how he knew what time the party was (as they both knew he wasn’t invited) but this didn’t seem that unusual. The offer of a drink was an attractive one. Both nodded.

In short order two bottles of lurid - almost neon - pink drink were produced. It was a brand neither girl had ever seen before but it seemed alright and tasted better. They downed both in short order and found fresh ones waiting for them once they did so.

They both began to feel a little odd. Not tipsy, just…lightheaded. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, though. They giggled, they smiled, they got a little clumsier. The guy just kept smiling his own smile, listening to them ramble and gently reaching out every so often to stop one or the other from toppling over.

Schoolgirl excused herself to go to the bathroom, being directed down the other end of the house. It took her rather longer to get there than she expected, as she was unsteady on her feet and just couldn’t stop giggling.

Once she arrived she couldn’t actually remember why she’d needed to go to the bathroom and just giggled again, turning to leave. Her reflection made her double-take and she wheeled back, leaning drunkely over the bathroom counter and peering at herself.

Was it her imagination, or was her hair getting…lighter? It was difficult getting her eyes to focus but now that she looked it did seem that her hair was now much, much more blonder than it had been before. That wasn’t hard though, as before her hair hadn’t been blonde in the slightest.

She wondered about this, a dim sense of worry trying and failing to get her attention before simply sinking back into the very bottom of her head. Giggle. Nothing to worry about. Blonde is pretty anyway.

Walking out of the bathroom she moved back towards the lounge, hearing the strangest sound as she did so. The closer she got, the louder the sound became. It was moaning, she realized, but what this might mean failed to penetrate the pink-fog filling her head.

Her head spun and she lent against the wall to support herself, looking ahead. She saw, in the lounge, her friend sprawled on the sofa where she’d left her. Sailor’s legs were wide apart, her head lolling on her shoulders, her hair lightening to blonde from the tips upwards. The guy was next to her, hand up her skirt. He was saying something to her, but Schoolgirl couldn’t hear what.

Burning with curiosity she fought off her dizziness and staggered over, collapsing to her knees by the foot of the sofa and looking up in awe at what was happening. Her friend was moaning helplessly, the guy’s fingers sliding wetly in and out her pussy and all the while he was just calmly speaking to her:

"The blonder you get, the dumber you get. The dumber you get, the hornier you get. The hornier you get, the happier you get. That’s simple to understand, isn’t it? Blonde, dumb, horny. Blonde dumb, horny. See? Easy. Just give into it. It’s too late to stop it. You’ll enjoy it. Just give into it. Blonde, dumb, horny."

Her friend groaned.

"Blonde…dumb…horny…" she mumbled, eyes closed. The rate at which the blonde was spreading seemed to be increasing, and it was getting lighter in shade, too.

"All your brains are just leaking out of your cunt. They’re smearing all over your skirt and my hand; all your brains. But that’s okay, you didn’t need them anyway, did you? No brains means dumb, and dumb means happy."

"Dumb…happy…"

"That’s right. It’s much more important you be pretty and make lots of cocks nice and hard. I think you’ll be good at that, don’t you? Making lots and lots of cocks lovely and hard? You’ll enjoy that, won’t you?"

"Cocks…hard…cocks…" she mumbled.

"Good girl. Now in a moment you’re going to cum, you’re going to finish turning blonde and the very last of your brains are going to come squirting out of your wet little cunt. Here you go."

The speed of his hand picked up suddenly and the girl groaned, back arching on the sofa. her hands clawed at the cushions and she trembled, body going momentarily rigid as the groan rose to a sudden, sharp squeal and she slumped back, totally out of it. The guy removed his hand.

Still smiling, he turned and looked down at Schoolgirl who was still on her knees. Her hands had crept down beneath her own skirt without her even meaning for them too. She opened her mouth and let him his slick fingers in.

"Your friend doesn’t really need these brains anymore, but they taste rather good, don’t they? Come on now, it’s your turn," he said, withdrawing his hand and patting the other side of the sofa next to him.

Quivering, she rose to her feet, sat, and spread her legs.

Posted 1 month ago
mindlesslymine:

Surgeon general’s warning: effects of a good brainwashing may linger up to 72 hours after getting your brains fucked out, even in the absence of reinforcement. If you find your sister slave blank and dripping, clean her up, get her to bed, and reinforce her programming when she wakes up.

mindlesslymine:

Surgeon general’s warning: effects of a good brainwashing may linger up to 72 hours after getting your brains fucked out, even in the absence of reinforcement. If you find your sister slave blank and dripping, clean her up, get her to bed, and reinforce her programming when she wakes up.

(Source: pubicgirl2)

Posted 1 month ago

Choice

understandingvice:

"We just want you to understand what it is that you are agreeing to. The physical transformation will be too overwhelming for your mind to cope with. Chemicals will be used to essentially rewire your brain so that the process doesn’t make you a vegetable, but you won’t really be you anymore. Your…

Posted 1 month ago

bimbosminder:

It was really nice for Andrew to have invited me out for the night. I had just moved here, and I didn’t really know anyone besides the people at the office. I admit, it didn’t sound the greatest, because he said his girlfriend was going to be there.  I just didn’t want to be a third wheel, y’know? Worse yet, what if Andrew and Karli were one of those really affectionate couples? There’s literally no way to make me feel more uncomfortable than being around a couple swapping spit in public. I don’t know why, maybe I was some sort of Carmelite nun in a previous life or something, but I just don’t like that stuff.

That was what I was thinking about, obsessing over, maybe hyperventilating about, when I drove to the sports bar.  My fears were amplified when I met Karli. She was a blonde knockout, and even just in jeans and a tank-top, with barely any make-up, she was the best looking woman I’ve ever see seen in real-life.

Even just a few minutes of conversation made me dread the night even more. It didn’t take more than a few sentences for me to realize that Karli was not exactly a Rhodes scholar.  She was giggly and well, just an air-head.  I asked her what she did, and she just laughed sweetly and said “Andrew” and laughed some more.

Still, as the night proceeded, my fear was subsumed by enjoyment.  Karli wasn’t the smartest person I’ve met but she was a total sweetheart, and to be honest, a lot of fun. She dragged me on to the dance floor, which normally would be mortifying, but Karli was just so magnetic that I found myself laughing and dancing with her.

I was surprised when Andrew asked me to join him and Karli the next Friday. It was fun, but surely they would want some time for themselves, right? It just seemed like a little too much. But, well, I didn’t have much better on my dance card, so I took Andrew’s offer. 

At one point in the evening, Andrew left to get drinks, and as he got back, he stopped and started talking to this girl.

"Oh, so is that a friend of yours?" I asked.

"Nope!" Karli tittered, "I think Andrew just likes her ass."

At this point, some of my suspicions were confirmed. Andrew and Karli were definitely into some kinky things. In as much as I hated public displays of affection, I really didn’t have much more than a good for them in my heart. If they could get an open relationship to work for them, well, all the better for them. It never really appealed to myself, but the same could be said of scuba diving and I don’t morally disapprove of scuba divers.

I tried to get more information from Karli about their relationship. The why’s and the how’s and to some extent the who’s. I was just curious about how the whole thing worked. Karli just smiled and said that she let Andrew make the decisions, so I really should ask him. Occasionally, Karli would just say stuff like that. Defer to Andrew and refuse to say anything more. Just a little bit more evidence that the two of them were into some kinky stuff.

My chance with Andrew came next weekend. I arrived at their duplex about fifteen minutes early, knowing that Karli would still be getting ready. At least, that’s what I thought what would be happening. I knocked on the door and got a grunted exhortation to come in. 

I found Karli bouncing up and down on Andrew’s lap, a look on her face like she had just discovered the cure for cancer. She wasn’t just ecstatic, she was triumphant! It was like having Andrew’s cock inside her was all that she was meant for. It was a nice-looking cock, I had to admit.

That was a weird thought. I should be blanching, I should be blushing and running out the door. Whatever I should have been doing, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t to stand there, gawking like an idiot, with one hand creeping towards my jeans.

"There you are," Andrew said, with the same confident voice that he always had. No strain at all. It was like he barely even noticed the hot blonde mewling and shaking in his lap. "Sorry about all this, Karli just doesn’t do well if she doesn’t get a nice helping of my dick in her every so often. Its been like this ever since I fucked her the first time."  The mention of this seemed to cause another orgasm in his girlfriend.  "Remember that, Kar? Oh, you were so out of sorts, the next day, you completely screwed up your dissertation presentation. Good times." 

I didn’t even really realize that I was creeping closer to Andrew and Karli and Andrew’s beautiful dick. “I mean, I can’t blame you, Karli,” he continued, “You didn’t have any way to know that I’m the son of an incubus, did you? None of you poor sluts seem to be able to figure it out until its too late, can you?  Kneel, bitch, I’m about to finish.”  Karli scrambled off her man, and I sunk to the floor.

Posted 1 month ago
suckitbimbo:

She had been a little suspicious when I brought her the popsicle
Since she was my sister’s friend, we hadn’t really talked that much. I had thought about her a lot though. Getting me and her alone had been a struggle. Getting my sister out of the house while having her come over at the same time was difficult. But in the end I managed it.
It only took a few licks of the popsicle, before she was fidgeting in her seat. After a few more, she was groping her growing tits, asking me if they didn’t look: “Like, Bigger?” 
It didn’t take long after that until we moved to my room and I found something else for her to suck on.

suckitbimbo:

She had been a little suspicious when I brought her the popsicle

Since she was my sister’s friend, we hadn’t really talked that much. I had thought about her a lot though. Getting me and her alone had been a struggle. Getting my sister out of the house while having her come over at the same time was difficult. But in the end I managed it.

It only took a few licks of the popsicle, before she was fidgeting in her seat. After a few more, she was groping her growing tits, asking me if they didn’t look: “Like, Bigger?”

It didn’t take long after that until we moved to my room and I found something else for her to suck on.

Posted 1 month ago

Sweet Caroline

understandingvice:

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Caroline never liked going to the dentist. She would only visit Doctor Perkins once a year, and even that seemed excessive. As she sat in the chair waiting, she cursed herself for letting up on her flossing routine. Twenty five years without a cavity, and now here she was.

A man in a lab…

Posted 1 month ago

Envy

understandingvice:

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She made sure to take her daily run as far from the office as she could, but as Melissa swallowed down her last treatment mixed into the water, she tried not to moan. She felt the familiar tingling begin to spread through her and quickly dropped her hand down to her clit as her tits began to…